A Letter To Annie
I think about you sometimes
when I pass that old poplar tree
there by the little red schoolhouse
where we first met. It's all boarded
up now. They closed it not long
after you moved away. I'm actually
quite surprised that they haven't
torn it down and built something
else in that spot. It's such a good
location. If I had the money I would
buy it and turn it into a bookstore.
You know how I love books. Our
first-grade teacher, Miss Evans,
built a fire inside me for reading,
and I remember you loved to read
as well. Remember that great book
As I Was Young and Easy? That
was one of my favorites. I still
remember the huge catfish and the
one kid complaining to his mother
because his sibling said that his
oatmeal was snot! I've often thought
that's exactly what cooked oatmeal
looks and feels like. If I have to eat
oatmeal, I eat it raw, with cold milk.
You built a different fire inside me,
but we were too young to do anything
about it at the time. I remember the
first time you kissed me - - I was
surprised but not disappointed.
You were so soft and warm in my
arms and I didn't want to ever let
you go. When your dad got that job
clear across the country, I thought
I would die of a broken heart. We
were both still in high school and
I had no way to support you, so
marriage was out of the question.
I had hopes that in a couple of
years we could get back together
and stay together forever, but it
didn't work out that way. We wrote
love letters to each other for quite
some time, but then your letters
just stopped. Did you meet someone
new and fall out of love with me?
If so, why didn't you at least tell me?
Perhaps my last letters got lost in the
mail and you thought that I had
stopped writing. If so, you should
have written me an angry letter
and scolded me for that. I guess
I'll never know what happened,
but I can't help it if I think about
you once in a while. I hope you
found a worthy husband to marry
and that your life has been happy.
I can picture you with half a dozen
beautiful children, in a white house
surrounded by roses and tulips.
I have tried to search for your
maiden name on the Internet
but have had no success whatsoever.
My children have grown up and
left the nest, and my wife passed
away two years ago, so I'm alone.
If you happen to be alone as well,
I still live in the old home town,
and my number is in the phone book.